Legend of Qingling Dance

Chapter 162 Ending Night (8)

An Xiaowu turned pale with shock: "This case happened 12 years ago, how could you know?"

Qing Tian gave her a blank look, and continued to walk forward: "Why can't I know? I know a lot! I just remind you that once you go in, you may not be able to come out."

This is another deep cave with twists and turns, and the sound of dripping water can be heard clearly.

These caves are densely packed throughout the mountainside like spider webs, and there is no pattern at all.

An Xiaowu's mind was a little confused, she hesitated for a moment: "Little brat, tell me, what's so scary about it?"

Qingtian pretended to think for a while, then smiled narrowly: "In addition to your wishful husband, I'm afraid there are all kinds of monsters and monsters."

An Xiaowu pinched his cheeks angrily: "Little brat! You're bluffing!"

Qing Tian shook her head: "Have I ever bluffed you?"

He pointed with fear on his face, "Look, what is that?"

An Xiaowu was so frightened that she trembled all over!
Following his gaze, it was empty, nothing.

An Xiaowu was so angry that she thumped him: "Little brat! And you said you wouldn't lie to me!"

Qingtian screamed: "An adult is bullying a child! Help!"

He couldn't get rid of An Xiaowu, and then he pointed again casually, and exclaimed: "Look! What is that?"

An Xiaowu ignored him at all, and beat him for a long time, but saw Qing Tian staring at the front without moving, stammering: "Look...look..."

An Xiaowu said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

There really is something ahead.

is a person.

An Xiaowu's heart shuddered, and then the hairs all over her body stood up!
There is a person leaning against the cave wall.

Apparently been dead for a long time.

But it's not scary.

The scary thing is that this person looks exactly like An Xiaowu!
From her face, to her figure, to her clothes, and even the fiery red whip in her hand, they are exactly the same!
"This..." An Xiaowu was too shocked to speak.

Qingtian looked at An Xiaowu suspiciously, then at the body of "An Xiaowu", walked forward, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said doubtfully: "It must have been just recently. It's strange, I can't see it" How did you die when you were injured?"

An Xiaowu tremblingly said: "Who is she? Why does she look exactly like me?"

There was crying in her words.

"These clothes... this whip... this pearl flower was customized by me in Yunxiang Pavilion. There is no second one..."

She suddenly squatted down frantically, lifted the corpse's right foot, tore off the boot, and exposed a small white foot!
She raised the light lamp and looked at it carefully, her expression was indescribable.

She gritted her teeth and said, "That's right, it's me! Even the mole on my right foot is exactly the same!"

"What's the matter?"

She growled loudly.

However, the low, wet voice that was lingering at first never sounded again.

"Come out quickly! Tell me! What's going on?"

"Why is that?"

"Why exactly?"

An Xiaowu almost collapsed.

Qing Tian frowned and said, "What are you shouting about? Stupid woman, can you calm down first?"

"I can't calm down! I can't calm down!"

"Isn't it that you are looking for some kind of formation? Isn't it the Wuyou Sleeping Insect that you asked the guards to bleed? By the way, you also want to go in to find some kind of wishful man! This time you are scared when you encounter a corpse! I I’ve been unlucky for eight lifetimes just to come here with you!”

(End of this chapter)